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Summary:

Three weeks after the events of episode 8, Robert and Courtney get a chance to talk things out. Initially meant to be a one-shot with just enough plot to prop up the smut, but these a-holes had other ideas.

Notes:

My first Dispatch fic ever, and first fic written in a looooong time. Fuck it, we ball.

Chapter Text

 

I'm boooored

Robert chuckled, hearing Courtney's voice in his head as he read the text. He quickly tapped out a reply.

Same. How's your shoulder?

Fine. As long as I don't move it. Or touch it. Or think about it. How's your everything?

Also fine as long as I don't move. 

Fuck, now I'm thinking about it. I should clean it and change the dressing anyway. Don't go anywhere, I expect you to still be available to entertain me when I'm done.

Yes, ma'am

 The next reply was a middle finger emoji. Robert couldn't help but grin as he momentarily closed the text and opened another app on his phone.

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Courtney had just gotten comfortable on the couch again when her phone buzzed. 

New message from MechaDumbass

Hey, are you done yet? I'm getting bored waiting for you.

So impatient. This is the thanks I get for taking a bullet for you?

Barely. 

Well fuck you then, I won't bother next tiime.

I'm not worried. The rest of the team, minus Flambae, have already told me that they would have taken the bullet for me if it meant getting out of cleanup duty.

That's funny, the rest of the team have already told me that they would have killed Shroud themselves if they'd known that they would get suspended and miss cleanup, including Flambae.

Assholes

They'll never admit it but those assholes miss you

You too, you know that right? They want you to come back.

I know, everyone's been texting me, asking how I'm doing, they're all being way too nice and it's weirding me out. I think they feel guilty.

They let their emotions get the better of them, that doesn't mean that they don't care about you. They do, we all do, and at some point you're going to have to just accept that.

I'm working on it

It's over anyway. Chase is okay, you're okay, and we all survived relatively unscathed, somehow. Fresh start

Text bubbles popped up and then disappeared a few times before her next reply appeared.

Come over

And do what?

Idk, we could watch a movie? Anything, I just haven't seen another person in the flesh except my roommate in more than a week, and even she's bailed on me for the weekend

It's pretty late

It's not even 10 yet, come on. I miss you

We've talked every day

You know what I mean. I want to see you

I'm not sure it's a good idea yet, you're still healing

Get your head out of the gutter, I'm not saying come over and fuck me

You haven't exactly been subtle about wanting me to fuck you for the past two months, Visi

Yes I want you to fuck me, you idiot. 

So romantic

I meant not tonight, I'm just asking you to come over. I'm sick of being alone here

Then I guess it's a good thing I'm outside.

Seriously?

I ordered an Uber while you were away. I knew you were going to ask me to come over.

You could have just said that instead of letting me get all vulnerable

Where's the fun in that? Come on, buzz me in, it's pouring out here again

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 Robert was barely halfway up the stairs when his phone began buzzing in his pocket again. Expecting to see more messages from Courtney, he pulled it out and unlocked the screen.

5 new messages from My Circus, My Monkeys 

Sighing, he tapped the notification to open the group chat, sending out a silent prayer that there wasn't anything urgent going on.

[GOLEM] I told you they wouldn't make it three weeks

 

[FLAMBAE] I still can't believe they made it one

 

[SONAR] Careful Robbie, you just beat a suspension. Might want to hold off on any further HR violations

 

[PRISM] You're just saying that because you'll lose the pool

 

[SONAR] My bad for thinking Mecha Man had a little more self control.

 

Pausing on the second floor landing, he typed out a response against his better judgement.

 

What are you idiots talking about?

 

[MALEVOLA] We've got a pool going on how long before you and Visi pick up where you left off on that stretcher.

 

I can't believe I'm surprised.

 

[COUPE] We can see your location, we know you're at her place.

 

You're all spying on me now?

 

[PRISM] All of us sharing our locations 24/7 was your idea, dad.

 

So that if any of you are careless enough to get captured by a fucking supervillain again, I don't have to waste time hacking your location before sending the rest of the team to save your sorry ass.

 

[FLAMBAE] Well that means we can see when you're making a booty call.

 

Grow up. I'm not making a booty call, I'm visiting a friend who is recovering from taking a bullet to protect me.

 

[PUNCH UP] Right you are lad. Sure, everyone kisses their friends like that.

 

[VISI] Can you fuckers stop distracting Robert? I let him into the building five minutes ago and he's not here yet. I'm pretty sure gossiping about your coworkers sex life is an HR violation anyway

 

[FLAMBAE] That's funny coming from the woman who's been mentally undressing Bob Bob at every team meeting for the last month and a half.

 

[PRISM] And does that mean that there is something to gossip about?

 

All right, you've all had your fun, time to fuck off now. I'll see you on Monday.

 

[MALEVOLA] Just make sure you wrap it up, the world's not ready for a little Robert Robertson the Fourth who can turn invisible.

 

Enough. I'm sure you all have better things to do, so go do them. 

 

Fuck, bad choice of words. Don't even respond to that, I'm turning my phone off now, good night.